Time in argument will end
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Flames of preparation
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Fingers felt the whipping
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Hand that feeds the flame
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Escalate the drought
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Itching to join the fray
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Wishing darkness was sound
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shutting desires out
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Wishing darkness was sound
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but as moths to the flame...
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...we go
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You the ignorant
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take sides in these three dimensions
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Nullify importance
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confined within the page
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Scan for raoture again
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look for an instant save
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Mere moments pass and still it seems
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detached from insight, thought and word
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Ever since it lost its edge
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lost in the noise forever be
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in the blur of information
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the nail that never sticks
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Venting a foul stench
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purging the fevered self
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behind a traitor's name
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Face the consequence
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taken back in the eyes of fairness
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A nobody forever
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hidden and locked away
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Working the boards again
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Giving the wrath away
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White Noise / Black Silence
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| Dark Tranquillity |
